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The sinistea leaves her hands behind and there's a flash of a pout on her lips at the absence she's left with. She could have easily been left there with the pokemon for a good while and been entertained by its presence alone, curiosity about it seeking to be sated. Wishing to confirm the reality in front of her by having her hands on it. The feeling does not last any longer than the look on her face, quickly replaced by the porcelain doll she is so careful to be.

Her eyes move to him, watching him as he almost turns away, pleased that he remembers to bid her farewell because not doing so would have been rude. Something she'd hate to think of him as now when she's liked him so much so far. Plenty of people carried manners around lilycove but it was hard to find ones that had the sort of quirk he did in a way that didn't drive her mad below her carefully carved surface.

"That you will, enjoy your evening Remiel Calcifet." She plays along with him, rewarding him a curtsy as he turns to leave. When he's gone her eyes turn to the horizon, certain not to be late making it home. It'd be a shame to miss out on playing poltergeist again sooner rather than later.

Remiel Calcifet
>>fin~